Drop Shit

I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist Yeah, run up on me, we gone drop him Everybody knows I'm fly like a rocket Yeah, everybody in my city knows that we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit Yeah, ay Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Don't run up on me wrong, we gone drop him Yeah, that FN sing a song like a marching band We gone shoot his ass until he in another land Don't ask me for shit if you ain't the fam When I get this money, when I get rich, imma give back But I notice one thing, you ain't real like that And you cannot ride with me cause you a little rat Imma need a few racks for the feature Wasn't with me, can't hit my reefer Smokin this loud, can't hear ya Only good vibes 'round me son Know the code, boy, you ain't seen nun Don't make me pull out the big gun Foenem called me up he said it's done I told him, like, which one Yeah, smokin this gas imma vibe Bout the bag, best know I'm about mines Bad bitch pulled up, alright Yeah, she gon f*ck me all night Bout them racks, best know I got em too Don't make me have to pull out the tool Yeah, you know that I was down for you But you fucked it more up for you Long live Pop Smoke, R.I.P the Woo Why can't bloods and crips unite, red and blue All that fake shit, yeah, I see it through So if you try to play me, you the fool I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist Yeah, run up on me, we gone drop him Everybody knows I'm fly like a rocket Yeah, everybody in my city knows that we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit Yeah, ay Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Don't run up on me wrong, we gone drop him Yeah, that FN sing a song like a marching band We gone shoot his ass until he in another land Sippin all this codeine like its water Runnin on the spot, no, bitch, I ain't no jogger And we ain't gotta call up Maury, bitch, I ain't the father Girl, f*ck yo ex and next man cause I'm way hotter Soarin in the air Bitch, get out of here Oh, my pockets ain't fair Your wife had an affair With me, yeah My wrist Patek Philippe This ice, no, it ain't cheap Can't do features for free You tryna copy me But you can't get like me All these bitches, yeah, they scream When they pull down my jeans And I ain't talkin Billie Jean Homie, what the f*ck you mean Pussy you a bean, I been smokin all this green These VV's, yeah, they shine You ain't mine Only mine for the night, girl You know I ain't kind Faucet drippin liquid, it aint water, bitch, its wine I don't eat the pussy, I'm a king, can't you read the sign Your girl wanna f*ck with me, oh my You act like I'm the problem when she hit up my line That lil bitch tried to snake me, she not my ride or die Oh, wow I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist Yeah, run up on me, we gone drop him Everybody knows I'm fly like a rocket Yeah, everybody in my city knows that we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we drop shit Yeah, we dro-o-o-o-op shit